flash into your head can give you a tiny but significant reason to live. And as much as I hate to say it, Wordsworth's poetry, in its celebration of all that, might just have a point. But christ, William, enough with the poofy similes, okay?
Thursday, May 23, 2002
Just been reading Alain de Botton (he sounds like such a pretentious person from his name, don't you agree?) on travel, and the beauty of the countryside. What he wrote sort of shocked me. I've always thought that Wordsworth's poems are sort of sissy. Daffodils, trees, lovely clouds gently brushing the verdant hilltops with their wispy streamers etc.... what floaty bollocks. But actually, de Botton was talking about travelling in the Lake District, and how, when you leave a big city and spend even 3 days in places like that, it can give you a big emotional lift. Not immediately, maybe. But if you're sitting in a crowded tube-train and someone next to you is pissing you off (by being businessy, let's say), having something like this
flash into your head can give you a tiny but significant reason to live. And as much as I hate to say it, Wordsworth's poetry, in its celebration of all that, might just have a point. But christ, William, enough with the poofy similes, okay?
flash into your head can give you a tiny but significant reason to live. And as much as I hate to say it, Wordsworth's poetry, in its celebration of all that, might just have a point. But christ, William, enough with the poofy similes, okay?
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